Jail Cell Mee

[memezillamods]

The Jail Cell Meme

 
"What are you in for?"

Maybe you've only been arrested, or you've been convicted. 
Holding cell, prison cell, your choice.
There's now bars between you and the outside world.
Hope you like your cell mate.
And your guards.

Comments

[of_the_rat_variety]

I'd just get us out again.

[Seriously, if her charges weren't (mostly) against criminals, the swat team would be hunting for her non-stop and looking for better ways to keep her locked up tight. Someone just keeps turning the other cheek for her. Possibly because she's fucking them.

She gets back up and starts to cook,]

Bad idea to go to a fight on an empty stomach.

[It looks a bit strange, seeing her doing anything remotely domestic.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

[You implied food. This instantly improves Ratso's mood. And really, he probably looks just as out of place in a kitchen.]

No arguin' widdat! Want me to help?



Already missin' food that ain't prison slop!



Sounds like a plan to me!

[of_the_rat_variety]

Just don't get to thinking that this is a soup kitchen! Got it, dick ticklers?

[She actually kind of likes them. And because of that she starts giving Ratso instructions to help her prepare. She's not making a three course meal, but it'll be enough to fill them and taste pretty good too.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

Got it, one time only.

[Luckily, he doesn't need a lot of instruction. He seems to actually be pretty good at cooking.]



I would offer ta return the favor, but...



She probably doesn't wanna eat charcoal?

[of_the_rat_variety]

Like hell I'd want your shit food. Why does it seem like no one that can fight can also cook worth a damn?

[That... might be vegetable abuse the way she's slicing it.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

I can cook...

[In fact, he really seems to know what he's doing. One might wonder if it's actually a hobby for him.]



Chow's just impatient. Ain't the best trait for cooking.



'Least I ain't just too lazy ta cook.

[of_the_rat_variety]

[She smiles at Ratso. Yeah, an actual smile, what of it?] Then let's start some school to teach these other losers how to cook.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Hey, that's a good idea! Then I ain't gotta worry about Chow not havin' nothin' ta eat.



Oy, it's not like I can't cook! Just ain't worth it when I'm by myself, and Ratso's better at it when it's all three of us.



Worth a try, I guess. Ain't like I've ever had someone try an' teach me cookin' skills.

[of_the_rat_variety]

Better than playing mom.

[She laughs darkly,] I'd be the most shit mother.

[stoogesofsanfran]

I dunno, even Chow manages t'be a decent uncle.



Whaddya mean 'even'?



I think he means 'you're as much of a gigantic asshole as she is'.

[of_the_rat_variety]

Oooh, ouch. [She fake-winces over what Finn says.]

You really know how to insult a girl, calling me that nice.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Hey, what can I say. I'm kind of an ass myself.



It's true, he is.



An ass askin' ta get kicked if ya don't wipe that smug look off yer face.

[of_the_rat_variety]

You guys are so sweet I think I might puke.

[stoogesofsanfran]

I'll make a note to grab you a bucket. Right after I get done not getting my ass kicked.



Cocky asshole.



[At this point, Ratso seems to be beginning to tune out the bickering as he works on food.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

[Hannah, on the other hand, thrives on this shit.]

Really? Cocky asshole? You should get a doctor to look at that one.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Oh great, someone else with their brain as deep in the gutter as Chow's.



Like yer a monk? As if.

[of_the_rat_variety]

My brain's what made the gutter filthy in the first place!

[stoogesofsanfran]

Heh, more I hear, more I like yer style.



[Can you hear him rolling his eyes.]

Just great.

[of_the_rat_variety]

Join the fan club, weekly dues of 'go fuck yourself'.

[stoogesofsanfran]

It include...memorabilia ta help with that?



Oh no, I ain't drunk enough to be hearing this shit.



Would ask if you two got any shame, but I already know the answer.

[of_the_rat_variety]

More booze in the fridge.

And it comes with a giant orc's middle finger, fucknugget.

[Yep. You guys can chill. As long as you can keep taking her abuse.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

[Yeah, he's going to go digging through the fridge for the strongest drink he can find. Some moonshine would be nice...]



Guess I better hope that includes lube, huh?



Hey, not while I'm workin' on dinner!

[of_the_rat_variety]

You talk out of your ass enough you should be able to take it raw.

[She's not listening Ratso. At least she's able to keep making the food as she makes wisecracks.

There is a bottle labelled XXX with a skull that has a mushroom between it's teeth on it.

There's also tequila.

Are they all just going to get smashed and do this evil-hunting tomorrow?]

[stoogesofsanfran]

But it ain't as much fun that way.



[At this rate? Yes, Finn is going to be far too wasted to do any sort of demon hunting. Tequila, at least, is something he recognizes and he's not sure he wants to touch anything that looks like it includes shrooms, so he'll be grabbing a bottle of the former.]

Correction: there ain't a 'drunk enough' to be listening to this.



Wish I had earplugs.

[of_the_rat_variety]

Would it be better if I shoved it up there for you?

[Suffer!]